A first anniversary should be a special occasion, even if it's the anniversary of a first date. And so we've gone out on a fancy dinner cruise to celebrate. While the food is wonderful, the music good, and the night beautiful, I am hard pressed to keep my eyes off of you. I know you don't like to waver from your normal wardrobe of shorts and t-shirts, but you look striking in black pants, a red dress shirt, and a boldly patterned tie. I can't help hoping I look half as good in my full length pink dress. I've seen you sneaking glances at the plunging neckline my dress sports, and I'm fairly confident you approve.
The night passes quickly. At one point we are slow dancing to a song neither of us knows, staring into each others eyes. At another we are sitting on deck, kissing passionately under a full moon. It is a wonderfully romantic night, full of hot kisses and tender words, of champagne and moonlight reflected on water. As we pass under a bridge, a local landmark, we are told by the waiter that any couple who kiss under this bridge will be together forever. And as you rise from your seat to walk around the table and kneel by mine, pulling my face to yours and kissing me tenderly, I know that any resistance I had to your charms is long gone. I am completely and totally in love with you, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
When the boat docks you take my hand and we walk along the bay, talking quietly and admiring the ocean. As we walk there is much 'accidental' touching, my breast rubbing against your arm as I press against you, shivering, your hand brushing against my butt as you pull me closer. We finally get a taxi to take us back to your place, and sit together in the back, cuddling. I slip one high heel off and rub my foot against your leg, working my way under your pant leg and stroking my foot against your skin. In response you edge my dress up and stroke your hand along my leg, moving slightly higher with each circuit as I sigh.
Normally I wouldn't allow this, and you've learned not to test the limits this way. I've made it very clear that sex is out of the question. I don't want to get too emotionally attached. But I've longed to feel your body for so long, and tonight when the last of my defenses slipped away I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold out anymore.
Sensing something is different, you continue to stroke my leg, trailing your fingers across my thigh as I close my eyes and lean into you, enjoying your touch. After a minute or so of this, you slide a hand behind my head and lean in, kissing me gently as you run a hand through my hair. You pull back and stare into my eyes, and I see the question in your eyes. Slowly I nod my head once. Yes.
Just then the taxi stops. We're at your house. I get out as you pay the driver, then take your hand as you smile at me and we walk up your driveway together. Taking out your keys, you open the door for me and I step into your house. As soon as you close the door behind us I pull you to me, wrapping my arms around your neck and leaning my face up, finding your lips with mine. I sigh. This is where I want to be, where I've wanted to be for the past year.